Undead Armageddon Update

     s I may have mentioned a time or two, I’ve spent a fair amount of time these last couple of weeks writing. I’ve noticed a few things while I’m pounding away at the keyboard. For one, my typing skills have gone straight in the shitter, and for another, I chain smoke. (Well, not smoke, per se, as I tend to take two or three hits and let the rest burn off like incense.) Also, dammit, I’m kind of rusty. I find that dreadfully annoying. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been writing this whole time, right? I’ve been blogging my little ass off, haven’t I? Apparently that doesn’t count.
     Another thing I noticed, and I fear that this is a rather sad and telling fact on the mental state of Java, is that in the time it takes me to slam out twenty or thirty pages of gruesomely detailed mayhem and violence, I can only manage about four pages of any given sex scene. And at that, the scene comes out kind of stilted and repetitive. I blame my ex. Or possibly Harlequin Romances. Either way, there goes my dream of paying off the house by writing supernatural pr0n. (What? It worked for Laurell K, didn’t it?)
     Meanwhile . . . Hark! ‘Tis A Harbinger of the Zombie Apocalypse! Scientists in Atlanta, Georgia have succeeded in repairing a dead rat heart to the point where it began beating again. They claim that eventually their technique will be used to conduct repairs on human hearts, but you and I know what this really means. Undead Armageddon! Beware! We’re only a few years away from the dead walking again, now.
     Y’know, honestly though, I’m starting to wonder if we’re going to make it to the zombie apocalypse, as it seems like Dubya is doing his damnedest to stir up a third war. What is this guy doing, going for a fucking record? “Most Wars Started While In Office”? Jebus! The problem with picking fights with everyone is that, no matter how big and scary you may be, you’re eventually going to pick a fight with someone who whups your fucking ass. Particularly if you’re not taking a breather between fights. Damn it.
     Now, I’ve got to get back to my writing, so you kids all run along and play nice on the Internet. If you’re good, I’ll post some fun violence and mayhem soon.

     (Photo credit: Pen & Paper.)

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